Our dear delights are often fuch, HORACE. Book the 2d. ODE the 10th. I.. RECEIVE, dear friend, the truths I teach, So fhalt thou live beyond the reach Of adverse Fortune's pow'r; Nor always timorously creep, Along the treach'rous fhore. He II. He that holds faft the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great; Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, III. The tallest pines feel moft the pow'r Comes heaviest to the ground;' The bolts that fpare the mountain's fide, And spread the ruin round. IV. The well inform'd philosopher And hopes in fpite of pain; If winter bellow from the north, Soon the sweet spring comes dancing forth, And nature laughs again. What V. What if thine heav'n be overcast, The dark appearance will not laft, Expect a brighter sky; The God that strings the filver bow, VI. If hindrances obstruct thy way, And let thy ftrength be seen ; A REFLECTION on the foregoing O D E. AND is this all? Can reafon do no more Than bid me fhun the deep and dread the fhore? Sweet Sweet moralift! afloat on life's rough fea, The Chriftian has an art unknown to thee: Tranflations from VINCENT BOURNE. I. THE GLOW-W OR M. I. BENEATH the hedge, or near the ftream, That fhews by night a lucid beam, II. Difputes have been and still prevail From whence his rays proceed; Some give that honour to his tail, And others to his head. But III. But this is fure-the hand of might That kindles up the skies, Gives him a modicum of light, Proportion'd to his fize. IV. Perhaps indulgent nature meant To bid the trav'ler, as he went, Be careful where he trod : V. Nor crush a worm, whofe ufeful light To fhew a ftumbling ftone by night, And fave him from a fall. |